Impassioned
Prose Poetry
It’s too late
to enter into explanations about my life, and for those who have hurt me, I
must hold my tongue!
What
is done, is done!
Mind
you don’t utter a word,” my mind’s-eye, tells me, “It’s a privilege to be alive
at your age!”
But
nobody’s giving into explanations at this very moment anyhow.
I
know there’s a faint malice in this tone—
Don’t
let it rouse your curiosity, like a windmill:
I
have been given to understand that all will be ironed out elsewhere;
I
very much doubt it, it needs to be settled here on earth…
That
other person is not very well informed!
Earth
is the specialized place in the removal of unwanted persons…;
For
Heaven hardly a new Idea!
No: 4696/ 2-10-2015
DLSiluk © 2/2015
